t for me, Abigail Turner, on what was supposed to be my
n, gazing into an ornate
fiancé, walked in, hi
necklace, an heirloom he' d gi
ack," he said,
sin, Seraphina Vance, appeared, clutchin
don fastened the nec
my life, wa
y," Brandon declared, hi
ding is c
, his voice softening. "I'
, who should have been my bri
managed t
good of the family. There' s a curse, Abby. A psychic told Seraphin
face in his chest. "I' m so sor
y. "It' s just for a few years, Abby. Once the danger from the curse has pas
words was staggering.
er' s face paled at the scene: me in my dress, Brand
cted tears, s
ge calm was
d, hard stone in my ches
end my life with, and saw a stranger-a weak, arro
d firm. "Dad, do you remember the arrang
n shock. "Abby, y
"Call them. Tel
ell over
"Abby" Turner end
I was on a p
the world knows
rator, happily married,
rst time in five years, for my husband Wi
ompletely di